Page 25 of Stuck Together

She rolled her hips again and again and again. She kissed me fiercely and with so much passion I forgot about our past and the mistakes we’d made. There was only us and this moment. Fuck, she was driving me crazy with desire and need.

I moved my hands around her and brushed up her stomach until the tips of my thumbs reached her breasts. In circular motions, I ran my thumbs over her nipples, and even through the padding of her bra, I could feel them tighten from my touch.

Everything about her made me want more, need more. Our bodies were so close and yet not close enough. I needed to feel the naked flesh of her body—all of it—against me. Desperate to feel more of her, I pulled her bra down, releasing her breast and cupped her in my hand. Needing so much more than her kisses, I dropped my mouth to her chest and sucked her nipple into my mouth through her shirt. She gasped and then stilled.

I released her and searched her face for signs that she was okay with the direction this had gone. I didn’t get the answer I’d hoped for. Pain, fear, and confusion clouded her eyes and she pulled away. Faster that I could suck in my next breath, she hopped off my lap and moved across the room.

“Oh, my God. I can't believe we did that.” She adjusted her bra and turned her back to me.

“It's okay, Madison. I wa—”

“No, it's not okay, Logan. You cannot touch me like that and say it’s okay because it’s not. You cannot kiss me.”

“I believe we kissed each other.”

“But you kissed me first.” The high-pitched tone of her voice made me wince. She was freaking out on me and that wasn’t good. I didn’t want her to regret what just happened. Hell, I wanted to do it again.

“You didn’t do anything to stop me. In fact, you took the kiss deeper. I think it’s safe to say we were equally responsible for that kiss.”

“Shit, I can't do this, Logan. I can't be alone with you.”

She rushed past me toward her bedroom, but I reached out and took her hand before she put too much distance between us. “Madison, please.”

She whipped her head around, her eyes wide with surprise. “You're not good for me. I never should have let this happen.”

“What if this was supposed to happen? Maybe you're wrong. Maybe we need to leave the past in the past and live in the now. Maybe you're actually good for me and I'm good for you and we've just been stupid all these years running from what may have been the best thing that ever happened to us.”

“How can you say that?” Her voice increased to a near yell. “If you were good for me then you would’ve called me. You sure as hell wouldn’t have left me the next day and never contacted me again. So maybe, just maybe, we never meant that much to each other in the first place.”

“You don’t mean that. You’re just scared.”

“Of course, I'm scared. Why wouldn't I be. The last time I saw you I gave you everything. I loved you and then you left. There is no coming back from that.”

I took a step back, surprised by her admission. “You loved me?”

“Christ, Logan. I wouldn't have given you my virginity if I didn't.” Her shoulder sagged and she waved me off as she walked to her bedroom. Her door shut with a thud and she was gone.

I lost track of time as I stood in the middle of the living room processing what she said. She never gave me any indication or hope that she loved me back then. I didn't think she cared for me as much as I cared for her. I left because I didn’t think she loved me, and I could face her rejection.

“Fuck.” I ran my fingers through my hair and slammed my bedroom door behind me. What had I done? I thought I was protecting myself, taking the path that was easiest on my heart. It was easier to just leave and never have to hear her tell me she didn’t love me like I loved her.